Today was terrible.
My parents, King Lucius, and Queen Narcissa discussed what we were doing for the wedding, leaving me to get to know Draco. I tried to pay attention to what he was saying, but I could not get Ron out of my head. I kept glancing to the balcony, wanting to look for him.
From what I heard while I was paying attention, I sensed he is a self-centered person who only cares about himself. Although he seemed quite interested in me and my life.
"What do you do in your free time?" he asked as he stared intently into my eyes.
"I mostly read." I said, looking at the balcony.
"You read? For fun?" he asked like I was crazy.
"Yes. Books are very interesting to me."
There was a knock on the door. I got up and opened it.
"Harry!"
I hugged him, as usual.
"What are you doing here?" I said, happily shocked.
"I heard you were engaged." he said seriously.
"Ron…. Yes, it is true. Draco and I are getting married soon." I said, motioning to Draco behind me.
Draco walked up behind me and put his arm around me.
"Who is this?" he asked with a slight edge to his voice.
"This is sir Harry Potter."
Draco shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you. Now Hermione and I have things to discuss." Draco said coldly.
He slammed the door in Harry's face.
"Why did you do that?" I asked, astonished.
"He is obviously interested in you. You are mine."
"I am yours?" I asked fiercely, voice raising. "I am yours? I am not an object! I do not belong to anyone!"
"But you are marrying me. Therefore, you are mine."
"No! That is not how it works!" I stormed out of the room and down the staircase.
He grabbed my arm tightly and forcefully, keeping me in place on the stairs.
"Tell me. Are you mine?" he said, gritting his teeth and squeezed my arm tighter.
I winced and did not answer him. He pressed with both arms now. My arm felt like it was going to fall off.
"Answer. My question." he growled.
"Yes." I whispered, some tears escaping my eyes.
He let go of my arm, pushing me towards the floor as I fell so I wouldn't fall down the staircase. He left me laying there, walking to the guest bedroom and slammed the door. I looked at my arm to see a bruise forming on my delicate skin.
I picked myself up from the floor and walked back to my room. Without hesitation, I changed into a comfortable dress and slid off my engagement ring, setting it on my nightstand.
I made my way out of the castle once more, tears still running down my face as I walked through the village. I saw Ron at a fruit cart with his mother and walked over to them. I tapped on Ron's shoulder. He turned and studied my tearstained face for a moment. He pulled me into a hug, letting me cry into his chest.
'I need him more than ever right now.'
After a few minutes, I stopped crying. Ron put his arm around me and lead me to his house. We sat on his porch and sat in silence for a moment.
"What happened?" Ron asked.
I really did not want to talk about it. I looked away for a moment, then looked up to see him staring at my arm. I looked at it too, seeing it now had a purple ring around it.
"Who did it?" Ron asked, anger creeping into his voice.
I looked away again. He sat next to me and examined my arm, holding it carefully.
"Was it the prince?"
I did not answer him, looking down. He gently pulled my chin upwards with his hand. I was forced to meet his eyes. They were concerned and sad. I nodded. I can never lie while looking into those eyes.
His eyes quickly changed from concern to flaming anger. He stood up and started to march back towards the village. I quickly got up and stopped him.
"Ron, there is nothing you can do. My parents do not even know I spend time with you."
"Yeah? Well, it's about time they did." he said angrily, pushing me out of his slightly.
I could not let him do it. I fell to the ground, pretending it was more than a little push. He came right back and kneeled at my side.
"I'm sorry Hermione." he said, helping me up.
I smiled at him.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
'I'm going to miss him.' is what I was really thinking.
"Would you like to come to dinner tomorrow night?" Ron asked.
I used to always come over to the Weasley's for dinner.
"I would love that." I said, smiling.
Draco's kind of all about him and mean in this story. Reviews are appreciated.
